For the next day, they were busy dealing with the aftermath of the unfinished funeral of Amplitude 300 at the terminal office, and hiding and moving the terminal office. The Terminal Office was put on alert after being requisitioned by the original Olympian's cosmological constant project team and closed to the public. The number of managers, clerks and clip girls was also reduced accordingly.
Nese walked through the corridor holding a jar of space-time particles - these things are not heavy at all, and sometimes they even rise upward desperately, which is more difficult to grasp than simply being heavy. The actions of the terminal office were temporarily decided, and there were no corresponding complete chain rules to apply. The application of the spells he was familiar with was limited here, and the accumulation of resources had to rely on the lowest level of manual transportation. He had not done such a job for a long time. .
But this made him feel calmer.
The service hall that used to be packed with people was separated by black partitions behind the neat dark silver windows, making the huge building look empty. Several funeral guests in an inert induction state came towards him - according to Chaint, they were not suitable for teleportation yet and had to stay here temporarily to wait for the environment to stabilize enough for mechanical means to be used before they could be sent away.
An ill-timed survey showed that almost a third of the guests were very satisfied with the funeral. This greatly inspired Willie Shaw's ambition to hold a second funeral.
These guests also seemed to be a satisfied group.
"Hello. Have you done anything good today?"
As he passed by, a tall night elf with silky silver hair among the guests winked at him and said, "I got up very late and didn't do anything."
Nesai ignored her, walked forward, reached behind his back with one hand, grabbed the night elf's wrist, and twisted it.
The night elf groaned, and the thing in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. Nesei let her go, and the night elf jumped back like a wounded cheetah, holding the broken hand in one hand.
The remaining guests stopped and looked at this scene with some surprise.
The night elf shook her head at them, with a relaxed smile on her face, but if you look closely, you can see her pale face.
"Let's go. Let's go, everyone. Nothing's going on." She gritted her teeth and told them, "This is a joke. It's only popular in the main material plane."
The funeral guests left doubtfully.
The night elf groaned and leaned heavily against the wall, with his hair covering half of his face.
"Nese the Lightless..." She looked at him warily with her exposed eye, and her peripheral vision fell on the penetrating dagger on the ground. She gritted her teeth, "You caught me, what do you want?"
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Nesse glanced at her.
"You are not the undead who want to attack Izhaint, nor are you a fanatic who was attracted by the Falling God Plan and wants to destroy the restoration of the Great Deviation."
He steadied the can of constantly flapping space-time particles with both hands. "So not great."
Nese turned around. Once again, he knocked away the dagger that flew silently towards his head. This time the dagger sank into the wall, leaving only a small, smooth slit. The night elf's hysterical scream came from behind: "You're awesome! Human! Have you done too many bad things to be so vigilant all the time?"
The space-time particles thumped to the upper right, and Nese pressed the lid on the edge of collapse and strode forward.
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, his retort would be: I'm not a human being.
"It's because a more powerful elf than you has trained me." He chose to say this this time.
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To check, drop the stage report of the Universal Problem Solver into the "Read" section. There are already scattered reports on the Cosmological Constant, the Falling God Project, the Meteor Array Plan, the Crank Adjustment Plan and the Horn Fury Plan. The most conspicuous, thickest and most useless is the "latest research on leveling theory" by the hair-knot philosopher.
The door opened again. It was Willy Shaw who came in as usual.
"I can't think of where Knob 4 is, bro." He held the pick in his mouth, looking like he was suffering from lack of inspiration. "Have you seen him?"
"No."
"Really? I thought he fished you out. Although I certainly wouldn't write it that way - an unknown person who occupies less than three ten thousandths of the page saved our invincible and cynical man from the helplessness of a group of pan-universe elites. The protagonist..." He flicked the tip of the pick hard, causing his whole face to vibrate, "Hmm. Huh? That's right. Maybe it's better to write it this way. What do you think?"
"I think it's not as good as the truth."
"Facts are boring! What are facts?"
"I have no idea."
"You should say 'I don't know either'. Why? It's like I'm testing you. Am I worthy? I don't know where he is. Hmm. He is an undead, but an undead from our side. So I still wish him good luck. Maybe he can really usurp power in the Killing Domain or something... At least let them get rid of their overly polite address habit." Willy Xiao sat down on the edge of the desk, Picking up the "Latest Research on Leveling Theory", he originally wanted to flip through it, but he couldn't help being attracted by the content, staring at the pages with a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm... This is interesting. The latest proposal is to use regular scrapers to smooth out the offset. It sounds concrete and easy to understand."
"The principle is good, but it's a pity that there is no suitable input. So it only stays in the creative stage." Yi Chapingtan continued, reaching out to take the report. Willy Xiao spit out the pick and turned around to pick up the book. The thick thing was held aside.
The occult scholar turned around with a lewd smile, and the giant stamp on his back was bright and eye-catching.
He hugged the stack tightly. "You've finished the trial anyway, why don't you lend me some materials? Why are you watching me?" He tried to turn his head to the back, but it was of course in vain. "Is there something on my back?"
"No." Yi Cha put down his hand. There was a pause. "The overall progress looks pretty good. We should prepare for a results test in the next two days."
"...Yes. Of course, of course." Willy Xiao's eyes were glued to "Leveling Theory" and he nodded absently:
"I have to remind you, I don't have anything for you to see." He breathed out quietly, "I don't know when they will find their way back..."
"You've shown me quite a bit."
"What?" Wei Li Xiao hummed casually, then thought of something, suddenly raised his head and smiled obscenely, "By the way. Xiao Wei is preparing to gather a group of people to challenge Beelzebub, the Lord of Hell. This is breaking news. Yours Attitude will determine the headline of the next issue of "Weixing Weekly"——
Duke Xinkardestus, which side are you going to help? "
"Since the age of five hundred, there has been an endless stream of guys who want to challenge Beziriya. I have never helped her."
"My brother. Are you quite proud?"
"You can write that. But it's still not true - she never needed my help."
"Hey! Ignore the facts, okay? Xiaowei is very confident this time, which is very different from usual! Do you know why?"
"I don't know either."
"I know this time! I'm telling you something! Brother Devil!" Willy Xiao closed "Leveling Theory" with a "snap" and jumped over, "Let me explain to you the profound logic——"
The door opened again. Yi Cha propped his head and looked at the visitor.
"Let me speak for myself." Nese walked in.
